Transcript
Danielle (0:00)
Foreign.
Cassie (0:19)
Hello everyone and welcome back to National Park After Dark Trail Tales Edition.
Danielle (0:23)
Hello. Hello.
Cassie (0:25)
This one is so fun. So sorry, I just like jumped right in. This one's so fun because there are so many stories that are kind of like callbacks to either episodes or things we've recently talked about. So it feels like super relevant. But anyway, so this was a good batch. This is a good one.
Danielle (0:41)
So if this is your first episode you're ever tuning into, you won't understand any of the context to that. But welcome anyway.
Cassie (0:48)
Welcome anyway. And that just means you have homework to do and go back into our catalog and listen.
Danielle (0:53)
Yeah. Cool. Do you want me to go first?
Cassie (0:56)
I do.
Danielle (0:56)
Cool. My first story is titled Stuck with Ghosts Inside a Victorian Era Asylum.
Cassie (1:03)
What'd I tell you?
Danielle (1:04)
A Victorian era asylum. I'm already scared and it's haunted.
Cassie (1:09)
No.
Danielle (1:10)
Okay, let's get into it. Good day, Danielle and Cassie. I have been listening to the podcast since the very beginning and after listening to your most recent ghost tour episode, I wanted to write in Trigger Warning. I will be talking about eating disorders, abuse stuff, spiritual encounters, human remains disposals, and historical treatment of people with mental health issues and disabilities. I'm going to try to condense this story as much as possible. So thank you for bearing with me. I have used my real name and the real place name, so feel free to use them. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always seen and felt spiritual presences. I have so many stories I could share, like the spirits of the mother and child who live on my childhood property. Or in 2022 when I was scared out of my hostel in Seattle by an unsettling nasty spirit from the 1920s. I can share that story another time if you like. It was a full haunting. Danielle, you'd love it. Cassie, you'd hate it. True. But I'm going to share with you a different story. I believe this story happened when I was about 19 years old and studying at my hometown university for musical theater. I was a very different person to the person who I am today. And I struggled deeply with eating disorders, undiagnosed ADHD and autism, and was also being badly bullied by my peers and teachers at the university. Our year level was putting on an opera set in a lunatic asylum in Victorian era. The area I grew up in is rich in culture of the mining boom of the Australian Victorian era. And conveniently for the director of our opera, we had access to a genuine Victorian era lunatic asylum located only one hour away from our university, Airedale Lunatic Asylum. If you know anything about acting students? They love to be dramatic, dramatically artsy. So when it was suggested that we take a road trip to take promotional photos, most people in the cast jumped at the chance. My witchy ass, however, knew it wasn't going to be as fun as everyone thought it was going to be. Our group ended up going on a private tour so we could take photos and learn more about the history of the place. I immediately started hearing whispers of things that weren't there. Once I began hearing voices, I refused to partake in the photos that were supposed to be taken, as I didn't want to disrespect the unrested residents of the asylum. I tried my best to ignore the voices as we continued the tour until we got to a large building that was said to be the nurses quarters. In the 1980s and the 1990s. A brief bit of history Aridel Lunatic Asylum was used up until 1996, when Australia finally passed the Deinstitutionalization act, allowing people with disabilities to be allowed to live freely from psychiatric institutions. There are people alive today who lived in AEL Asylum and who still live in the nearby town. Something within me shifted and I immediately felt dizzy and nauseous. Next thing I knew, I was running into the bushes and vomiting my guts out. I was really annoyed at myself that I could potentially be giving more ammunition to the bullies in my course. So I had some water and kept on. The guide took us through the nurse's quarters and my dizziness and nausea only increased. The guide, who was also a student at our university, stopped us dramatically in the center of the corridor to tell us what the quarters were built on prior to the 1980s. The grounds where the building stood was a burn pit. A burn pit. We were standing on a site where hundreds, if not thousands of people's remains were desecrated. No wonder the whole room sounded angry. The next section we went into was the operating suite and oh boy, someone did not want us in there. Up until this point, a lot of my fellow cast members thought I was being chicken, but this room was different. Multiple people immediately mentioned how the back of the room was significantly colder than the rest of the room and the adjoining hallways. One girl, I'll call her Addie, asked me to come outside with her as she was feeling faint. Addie said she had felt as though someone was pushing on her shoulders and chest like a bear hug and wanted to go for a walk. When we rounded a corner of the building, I saw figure he was inhumanly skinny, like the photos from World War II concentration camps and was wearing a loose white nightgown. I ignored the man. I can't remember if Addie said anything about the man, but I do remember her saying she felt like we were being watched. We then rejoined our group, and I saw many more spirits, including a little boy playing in the children's ward, two women, and a Chinese man. I also believe I may have brought back a spirit with me, as I had a series of strange occurrences happen for two months after the trip. But I feel like the story has gone on for long. While Aradel is not a national park, it is a national heritage site. I don't know if it's too much of a stretch, Danielle, but I'm sure you'd be very interested in the history of the Victorian gold rush. In the 1850s, I ended up working in a Victorian interactive museum. After this, I will attach a photo of my costume so Danielle gets her Victorian dress fix to end this. On a more positive note, NPAD has literally changed my life. You two helped me get into hiking, which in turn helped me to leave an abusive relationship during COVID lockdowns in 2020. You ladies also helped me leave a job I hated to become a qualified outdoor educational guide. And I am also back at university studying to become an environmental biology and science teacher. I'm currently saving to one day come on one of your trips. But if you ever find yourself in Australia, who would be more than happy to be your local guide for hiking, rock climbing, or ecology, thank you for being you. Aaron.
